A Sound

In the skies above C-City, two objects could be seen soaring in opposite directions.

One being a giant head detached from its body spiraling uncontrollably, the pupils of its four vertical eyes all faced different ways, as though they could not track the movements of its opponent.

The other appeared as a crimson shooting star arcing over the city.

It's unknown how many viewed this shooting star as well as how many of those that did wished upon it.

But it is known what wish the shooting star herself made. It was a wish. It was a desire, a need, a hunger so great it consumed her mind. This ravenous hunger centered on the man she loved and her womb.

If her wish was not granted, it would spell a great disaster…

But by good fortune, when a shooting star makes a wish, miracles are bound to happen.

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Shit, shit, shit! Let go! Do-S cursed mentally as Sweet Mask dragged her ahead.

She could release hold of her whip, but then what? Her confidence in escaping from King when she's in his sight is too low. The best bet was to wait until she entered the alley and then she could escape if necessary.

I can't believe my whip has no effect on him. Do-S bit her lip. Ahh, it only makes me want you to as my love slave even more!

A tug on her spiked whip caused her to stumble forward. "Pick up the pace, you hideous creature." The second his impersonal voice reached her ears, the place between her thighs became drenched.

How did he know I'm a closeted M? Sweet Mask… You are absolutely going to be mine.

"Huhu, my mind is occupied with the ways I'll make use of my tongue once we get there… Which makes me want to ask why we've passed by multiple alleyways already?"

Sweet Mask ignored her, which only increased her determination.

Do-S wouldn't let her guard down, either. Why take her so far away from King and the other person? He must have a secret he doesn't want others to discover. What that secret was. She had no clue, but she would whip the truth out of him. His heart and body belonged to her from this day forth.

After walking down the forlorn streets of Z-City Ghost Town for several blocks, they reached a wide alley between two large brick buildings.

Do-S' heart rate throttled as he pulled her into the alley.

When he turned around and saw his bloodshot eyes and the veins crawling over his neck and veins, she was surprised.

Before she could react, he tugged her close and spun around her like a cyclone.

"Bastard!" she shouted, thrashing about. But it was useless — he bound her from neck to ankles with her own whip. Pleasure and warmth surged through her. Meaning her whip's enchantments were doing their job. But she grit her teeth and held firm. She wouldn't lose herself to its power.

Sweet Mask flashed her a smile, which made her blush. "You're my gift to him. The one destined to become the 'Ideal Hero.'"

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Nyan slipped through a crack in the ground, arriving on the surface, his heart still racing after coming across two horrid creatures. The first put down Overgrown Rover in a single strike and then immediately created an abyss and dropped straight into it. This was the same individual who kidnapped Fuhrer Ugly with no one able to stop him. Nyan fled, not wanting to stay near such a being.

And then somehow his luck had been so poor that he ran across a second monstrous being with a single, large blue eye who had treated Gums in a manner he didn't wish to recall. The reason he remembered the being's eye was because it stared straight at him, even though he concealed himself in a wall's crack.

Nyan wouldn't risk his life against these two freak invaders, who appeared from nowhere and had rushed to the surface and now began searching for some easy prey to ease his nerves.

It didn't take long scouring the streets of the Ghost Town until he came across an unremarkable human male with messy, light brown hair, wearing a white karate uniform.

The man noticed his casual approach and shouted. "Stay back!"

"A single weak human." Nyan grinned. He could smell the fear on this pathetic human and the way it increased when he raised his arm and extended out his claws. "Come play with me. Help me release some pressure."

I knew those two underground were special.

"You'll regret this!"

"Pfff." Nyan fleered at the man's meaningless claim.

Every step he took across the pavement brought him a great sense of enjoyment. He would break this toy and savor every little morsel of despair from this human's screams and pleas for help.

Badump

Nyan froze at the sound, a sound growing louder, a sound reminding him of the fragility he felt as a kitten, a sound that weighed down on his entire existence like the world itself.

BADUMP!

A sound older than language, older than breath, older than fear itself.

A sound that unmade meaning, that stripped thought down to raw instinct.

A sound that did not grow louder, but deeper, heavier, inevitable.

A sound that hollowed him out and filled the void with dread that felt remembered.

A sound that bent time and pulled the horizon inward like a closing fist.

A sound that turned the world grainy at the edges, colors bleeding into black.

A sound that promised one thing, and one thing only — The end.

There, ahead on Nyan's left, sitting in on the steps leading to a building's entrance, was the hero he had promised himself he'd avoid at all costs.

'The Strongest Man on Earth,' King.

Nyan had to risk it and try to escape. Turning around, he skedaddled at his greatest speed.

I'm meowtta here! The Monster Association is going to fall today and I won't fall with it!

Nyan ran and he would continue to run, passing through eight cities and finally stopping once he reached the ninth.